Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the bend from the restroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.